The Days of Noah: Book One: Conspiracy by Mark Goodwin

Author:Mark Goodwin [Goodwin, Mark]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Tags: Christian Books & Bibles, Literature & Fiction, Science Fiction, Genre Fiction, Political, Religious & Inspirational Fiction, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Religion & Spirituality, Christian Fiction, Futuristic
ISBN: 1500725587
Amazon: B00P7XU9L0
Published: 2014-11-03T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 14

An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.

Benjamin Franklin

Everett went to his storage locker Saturday morning. He turned on his new burner phone to see if there were any messages. There was nothing. He took the burner and his tablet and headed to Dunkin’ Donuts. Everett bought a large coffee, powered up his tablet, and sat down to work.

Everett navigated to Armslist.com and selected Virginia. Rather than select a specific category of firearms, he scrolled down the page to see what was available.

Armslist.com was an online source for firearm classified ads. They featured private sales, which required no formal filing of paperwork in most states.

He found several nice-looking handguns but wasn’t well versed in which ones were high quality and which ones weren’t. He’d been given only an abbreviated introduction to firearms during his orientation with the CIA. Since he was an analyst, very little time was spent on weapons training.

“This looks familiar. I think one of the trainers at orientation had something like this. Kimber Eclipse Pro 2, $1,200. Only eight rounds in the magazine.”

Everett continued perusing the ads. “This looks a little more like a good middle-of-the-road pistol. I don’t need a Cadillac, but I don’t want a piece of junk either.” He read the ad to himself, just below a whisper. “Sig Sauer P229 .40 caliber. It comes with two 12 round magazines. That’s more like it. And it’s almost half the price, $625. But it’s all the way in Stafford. I wanted to take some food to the cabin. Looks like I’m taking a road trip today.”

Stafford was sixty miles south of Everett’s apartment. The cabin was one hundred miles west of Stafford, and then he still had seventy-five miles to get back home. Even with Everett’s heavy-footed driving, he was looking at three hours total drive time.

Everett called the seller from his burner phone and arranged a time to pick up the pistol.

The man answered. “Hello?”

“I’m calling about the Sig. I’ll take it.”

“I’m running a couple of errands right now. I should be home in two hours.”

“I can be there in two hours,” Everett said.

“Do you have a concealed carry license?”

“No, but I have my law enforcement ID; will that work?” Everett didn’t flash his agency ID too often, but he understood its value.

“That’ll work. I’ll text you the address,” the man said.

His first stop was the bank. Everett asked to withdraw $9,000. He was told that $5,000 was the maximum.

“Why is that?” he asked.

The teller said, “It’s our policy. We don’t keep that much money on hand. If you want to make a larger withdrawal, you have to fill out a request form and schedule ahead of time. It’s for your security.”

Everett shook his head. “Thanks for looking out for me.”

The teller just smiled.

Everett filled out a new withdrawal slip and handed it to the teller, who gave him the money.

Next he headed to the grocery. He threw several bags of dried beans and white rice in the cart, followed by lots of pasta and canned pasta sauce.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.